Blow lyrics

[Chorus]
Blow your brains out wit' a f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch
Forty-five, b*tch, f*ckin'—
Doomshop, mothaf*cka
Blow your brains out wit' a f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch
Forty-five, b*tch, f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch

[Verse]
What the hell you smokin' on, you actin' like a b*tch
Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips
I don't even need to look, I close my damn eyes
What the f*ck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky
I'ma aim it anyways, f*ck if ya die
No, b*tch, why are you assumin' I am high?
I am not high, b*tch, I'm a bad guy
Let me go to work, b*tch, tie my damn tie
I'ma step all over the dead
Smokin' packs, about to give a f*ck what you said
Flying coast to coast, I give a f*ck 'bout the bread
Don't step too close to the f*ckin' Fred
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
b*tches wanna f*ck, I can not spare another nut
All these hoes, these b*tches wanna know
"Hey man, Freddie, where did you get ya flow?"
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I— I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I— I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
[Chorus]
Blow your brains out wit' a f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch
Forty-five, b*tch, f*ckin'—
Doomshop, mothaf*cka
Blow your brains out wit' a f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch
Forty-five, b*tch, f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch

Blow your brains out wit' a f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch
Forty-five, b*tch, f*ckin'—
Doomshop, mothaf*cka
Blow your brains out wit' a f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch
Forty-five, b*tch, f*ckin' forty-five, b*tch